[Verse 1: Bootie Brown]
Let me freak the funk
Obsolete is the punk that talk more junk than Sanford sells
I jet propel at a rate that complice their mental state
As I invade their masquerade
They couldn't fade with a clipper blade
10 years in the trade is not enough, you can't cut it
I let you take a swing, and you bunted
For an easy out, I leave MC's with doubt
Of exceeding, my name is Bootie Brown and I'm proceeding, leading
They try to follow, but they're shallow and hollow
I can see right through them like an empty 40 bottle of O.E.
They have no key, or no clue
To the game at all, now they washed up
Hung out to dry
Standing looking stpud, wondering why (Why, man? )
It was the fame, that they tried to get
Now they walking around talkin' about "represent"
And "keep it real," but I got to appeal
'Cause they exisitng in a fantasy when holding the steel
[Verse 2: Slimkid3]
Rock-a-bye baby
Listen to my heart pumping to a fine ravine
Of all things, it's a vain of a shrine
All missions impossible are possible, 'cause I'm
Heading for a new sector 365 days from now, I'll
Wipe the sweat from my brow
And each and every true will stick, or fall from the sky of my cloud nine
From homies all the way to chicks, no matter how fine
Controlling is a swollen way to wreck a proud mind
You hold it in your hands and watch a man start crying
Tear after tear, in the puppet man's hands
Every time you take a stance you do the puppet man's dance
And the world's at a stand-still
Deep in Broken Mans-ville, trapped in the moat with an anvil, still
Killing yourself, and doggin; ya health
You ain't amphibious, so grab a hold of yourself
[Verse 3: Imani]
Shit is–shit is–shit is ill, my flow still will spill
Toxic slick to shock you sick like electrocute
When I execute, acutely over the rythym
On those that pollute, extra dosages is what I gotta give 'em
Got 'em mad and tremblin'
'Cause I been up in my lab assemblin'
Missiles – to bomb the enemy
Because they envy me, and the making of my mad currency
Currently, I think we're in a state of an emergency
'Cause niggas done sold their souls, and now their souls is hollow
And I think they can't follow
They can't swallow, the truth because it hurts
This is how I put it down, this is my Earth, my turf
The worth of my birth is a billion,
And you know what time it is, I'm going to make a million
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